Nouns

It can all be poetic in hindsight. The steps all make sense when you reach back into past memories, and re-color them with your new found wisdom. Is it every really truth to an experience then, if it can be re-shaped ?

Who I am has been redefined over and over, and I have yet to figure myself out. It feels almost impossible to get to know oneself when you're always going back and changing, or at least re-coloring, the experience that supposedly made you who you are. It becomes more than a kiss. It becomes more than a feeling. It becomes more than a drive. It goes from being a coincidence to being a cornerstone of your being.

And you never realize it until it's almost painfully obvious...in hindsight.

I think about what brings two people, places, ideas, things together. The attraction that you can plainly see when you have been brought together, but are only vaguely aware of when you are oh-so-close yet oh-so-far. Notes are compared and you realize how your life, the gods and goddesses, the ancestors conspired to bring you and this person, place, thing, or idea (essentially this noun) together. And you realize that it wasn't perchance, but merely biding its time. That's kind of the way I feel about life in general. I go after something with all my heart, only to realize it was already destined to me in the first place. Then comes the trying to figure out why...and that won't be clear until the noun has already revealed and/or served its purpose.

So here's to new experiences, new nouns in my life, and to figuring them out days, months, and years later.